The Leash

Echoing footsteps, a jingling chain, and muffled voices were all that she could hear since she was dragged into the building. A leather blindfold wrapped around her head, and was quite effective at blocking out light – Spade-like shapes blocked her eyes, but the downward-aiming point made sure to flex over her cheek so not an ounce of light could seep in. Though not really struggling too much, she was quite stringently bound, what mattered was remaining calm and picking up senses – The cool tiles that made up the floor, something minute was raised – Possibly an arrow or line system painted on the ground? The gentle whir of what was likely the secretaries desk's fan, since there was no verbal acknowledgment other than a simple greeting. Turning right down what was likely a corridor, but something buzzed in the distance – Another mechanical whir, followed by a gust of wind – It had to be an electronic door opening. Harsh lights buzzed above.

“Hurry it up, cunt.” Harsh words, then a harsh jerk of the leash connected to one of the most cruel attachment points ever – The sternum. A central bone running down the chest that connects all the ribs on the front side. A rather simple I-bolt was drilled completely through the sternum bone, with a nut on the other side to make sure it could not easily be removed. Stumbling in the direction of the leash-yank, “Ya know much that fucking HURTS?!” Thankfully there was no gag, at least not yet – She tried not to protest too much, there was always a way out, but still, it fucking hurt.

Early on in her childhood, Jeneve discovered her power. It worried her parents sick, at least until they released what she was capable of. Jeneve was virtually indestructible. To date, she has never even come close to being killed, and she's been literally cut in half – Every limb and organ butchered out and off of her body, but everything pulled back together by a force even Jeneve didn't understand. If a part had gone missing, her body simply regenerated it – This also degenerated the missing pieces, conservation of mass and energy, or something.

“If I cared, I wouldn't do it, now keep up!” Yelled her captor, likely a guard – It clearly wasn't the woman who captured her. No time to think about that, as she was being reeled in via the leash, and found herself pressed up against the man – The floor changed from tile to thick padding, she was clearly in a room now. Whispering down to her as he already cleared the area, nobody else in sight, “One chance, satisfy me, and maybe I loosen the arm-bindings before I leave.” He released a good deal of slack from the leash.

Taking the lead and slack, Jeneve spun her body around and sprinted towards the door – Though blinded, she easily could retrace her steps. She had been here before, and it was always the same shit.

Chain wrapping around her torso, her sudden sprinting yanked the guard into the exposed, and hard metal frame of the door to the room – Knocking him out cold, as well as several of his front teeth, probably a broken nose to boot. With the leash free, she simply had to retrace her steps. It was a mixture of panic, adrenaline, yet having to remain mindful enough to blindly go back from where she came.

Cool tiles, long corridor, loud buzzing lights, desk fan whirring quietly in the distance. Desk fan! She was put in one of the front rooms! It was difficult to not trip over the wildly scattering leash, but she did her best to hurry, while also trying to be quiet and nonchalant – A difficult task, especially after walking into a shut door. A stroke of luck that nobody came by wondering what the noise was, and Jeneve took to rubbing her butt horizontally across one wall, then the other – It would look absolutely ridiculous on camera, but it actually made sense. Handicap and emergency door buttons were often not too high up, and though her arms were in a strict arm-binder, once she found the square that held the button – She simply pressed it with her bundled up hands in leather. Afforded at least the equivalent of pajamas, thin and white, but they fit and covered her.

Hearing the door open, she slipped through slowly and as quietly as she could manage – One foot searching for the raised paint of what she felt before, which would lead to the exit. Upon finding it, she followed it, inching past a very aware secretary watching every slow movement – Chain lightly dragging along the floor. When Jeneve went to repeat finding the door button, a harsh stomp echoed in the room, her leash reaching its end and forcing her to spin around. “Come on Jeneve, you know how this ends. Did you at least not kill the guard this time? The Director is already pissed, and you aren't getting passed that door – Unless you picked up super-strength since the last time you were here.” The secretary was also a licensed nurse, the building they were in required every employee to have a medical background and license. It was labeled as a mental institution, but was inevitably a black site for “lower”-power super-humans – Ones that could be relatively easily contained, and pose lower risks to humanity.

“Margie, please, you know I don't belong here, and I never wanted to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone! I want to live in peace, away from...people.” Jeneve shook her head slowly as she spoke towards Margie, the secertary. “But you DO belong here. You're super-human, and this is the only way we'll know for sure that you won't harm anyone! We just brought in actual chefs, no more cafeteria – They will make almost anything you want! Cable TV in your room, and we're trying to keep bindings to a minimum...You've been aggressive...a lot...but in time! I'm sure we can-” Jeneve found the chain with her foot, and quietly apologised, before attempting a flip – Keeping a foot pressed on the chain the whole way through, yanking it out from under Margie, causing her leg to fly forward and throw her weight back. Head heavily hitting the tiles, knocking her out cold, but even Jeneve hoped it wasn't serious damage – Margie was sweet and helpful, but fed into the government propaganda too easily, as was her nature.

Scooting towards where Margie fell, Jeneve found the unconscious body and awkwardly ran her blinded face over and over until she found the key card. Biting it, and ripping it away from the poor unconscious secretary, Jeneve wiggled her body towards the logical direction of the desk – Slightly off, but she managed to wiggle herself back up to standing, head slightly bleeding from the rough landing of a failed flip. It must have looked stupid on camera as well, Jeneve running the key card in her mouth over and over the desk until something beeped – The whir of previously locked doors opening had Jeneve practically running in their direction.

It didn't sound like anyone else was beyond the door, so Jeneve took the chance to whip her chest around like she was trying to hula-hoop – Wrapping the chain of her leash around her neck until there was nothing left. It wasn't tight enough to choke her, which couldn't kill her regardless, but it at least kept it out of easy reach or random snagging.

Jeneve carefully felt the seams of the tiles on the floor with her bare feet, re-positioning herself to be parallel with them before sprinting at full speed towards the external door. Having measured the length of it via taking virtually identical steps upon entry, she exceeded human limitations and tore through her muscles to gain a speed beyond what any human could – They would regenerate in no time after she stopped moving.

Knowing it was a central-locking door meant the top and bottom were the weak points. After about the approximate rapidly-paced steps, Jeneve dove for a shoulder-tackle at the bottom, shattering several bones in the process, but she cried out into her leather-bound stomach. Rolling over, using the wall to get back up, she carefully measured the tiles while going backwards, and re-positioned to repeat the process with her other shoulder while the first one healed. Huffing and waiting for her burning, torn muscles to heal – She carefully listened in case anyone was coming, but there was a good chance it was later at night, and staff was low, because everyone was meant to be sealed in their rooms.

Jeneve ducked down and began sprinting again, nearly matching her previous speed as she tore through recently healed muscles again. Another quick dive with her full body weight upon her other shoulder, she bent the steel door enough outwards to wiggle herself through. As an accidental bonus, the sheared metal also caught on the blindfold and tore it away while she wiggled through.

It was night-time. Funny thing was, the location may be remote from the rest of civilization, but the government was trying to downplay its existence, so it externally – The gigantic multi-floor building simply looked like a run-down insane asylum. Fences were largely torn and decreped, no external guards or vehicles, because the place had to fall under the radar – It was also so far away from civilization in a desert, that even teenagers didn't bother to come and try to vandalize it.

Not bothering to look back, Jeneve used the wall again to get up – Even though both of her shoulder areas were shattered. Although painful, having gooey shoulders were actually helpful – Using the door handle to 'catch' on a major strap of the arm-binder, she was able to slip it over the broken bones, and repeated it on the other shoulder as well – It hurt like hell, but she was able to wiggle the straps down to her belly, and release her arms from the sturdy leather pouch that previously kept them trapped. Once down, she simply unbuckled them and threw the whole thing off. Unraveling the chain from around her neck next, she unclipped the simple dog-like leash and chucked it too. This allowed her leg muscles to heal in the mean time, so while she couldn't run yet – There was enough muscle to lightly jog under the cool, moonlit night. It hurt, but she would get over it.

This was not her first escape, nor did she assume it would be her last. Jeneve almost felt a little special that they started using heavier restrictive gear on her – They used to just cuff all her limbs with simple chains, and assumed that would keep her the first couple times – Now they moved onto more heavy duty leather pieces. The blindfold was a new trick too! If the government wasn't set out to capture her, possibly torture and medically test her, she was actually pretty turned on by the gear they used to keep her – Ineffective, but still, a little hot and bothersome!

Bright spotlights started cascading all over the largely empty desert Jeneve jogged across, following the hard-packed sand which usually meant a road. Funny enough, her pajama-like inmate outfit was white, and could easily blend in with the sand after rolling around in it enough. She could hear the roar of diesel engines covered in spotlights swaying everywhere looking for her – There must have been some underground garage or something. Either way, Jeneve sprinted off the road at least fifty feet and rolled around in the sand to dirty up her simple outfit – Curling up next to a couple rocks, facing away from the road. As the trucks rumbled by, lights sweeping large chunks of the barren desert, they even cast over her, but kept on moving. Peering up once the lights seemed to fade away, Jeneve was back on her feet. The nearest town was at least twenty miles away, and she had no supplies.

Her body could regenerate, thankfully, but this was going to be one long as hell night.